Limantour

There was no sign
for the place
so I looked to your face.

Isn't this just
what we came here for?
I don't need
anything more.

I am lost
to Limantour
spit, this is it!
This is it!
Limantour.

Estero,
whoa can we go?
To Limantour spit.
This is it!

I'm with you;
and the gulls
and the pines,
they know its true.

What can we do,
but make tracks
where we've been?
For the waves
that will come again
to Limantour spit.

This is it, this is it.
Limantour.

I'm a rock.
I'm the sand,
broken down in to pieces
in the palm of your hand.

I'm a rock.
I'm the sand,
falling through
your hand.

And we're lost
to Limantour.

Whoa can we go?

There was no sign
for the place.


Red River Rush

Down by the river
the clouds did boom
boomboom boom
boomboom boomboomboom.

Smoke spurting colors
fisticuff the moon
ohoh oh
ohoh ohohoh.

Then we remember
this will be hard to forget.

I followed you skating
on my motobecane.
Pedals revolving,
spoakes speaking
the sound of your name
bellowed out.

Then we remember
this will be hard to forget.
But the best part
hasn't happened yet.
No, no.

All the neighbors out
to watch it; with their
chairs right on the tracks.
We snaked our way
up from Bayview
with the wind at our backs
ohoh oh
ohoh ohohoh.

Maybe I shivered.
It felt a bit strange
to fall for the sound
of your name.

Nothing will ever
be the same.
This river's rushing
to Lake Michigan.

It begins it begins it begins....

Animal Love

Consolida,
dream slow.
A night is just a day
wearing shadow.

Oh, only son.
I would help you
to confide
the wildness

Of your animal love,
animal love.

What wilderness
did you come from?

And I saw on your skin
the memento
the memento mori.

I saw on your skin
the memento, the
memento mori.

Oh, come with love,
or don't come at all,
I know, we each have
the choice to show
what makes us this way.

Animal love,
come in to the light,
come in to the day,
from your wilderness.

When you use words
each one is a flower,
and so many colors,
I don't know their name.

Some animals, they want
to talk, for sure, of so
many colors, flowers
and cures.

Of their animal love.


London Palldium

Maybe it's because
I'm part American;
I say what I feel,
I do what I want
and I do it again.

I do not claim
to have any control
over what you think
over what you think
is beautiful.

But if I did...
but if I did...
Ohohoh!

London Palladium.

I was born in a land
where people sing
in palaces.

I'll take you back
with me when things
get revolutionary.

My heart is something,
something like a stadium;
it sits empty until
you fill it back up again!

With the roar...oh I live for
the thundering

Of old London Palladium.

Empires fall! Doesn't matter what you drive!

I'll take you back....to the motherland.

I don't claim to have any
knowledge or control
of what is right.

I just want to hear
the roar tonight

In London Palladium.


(All lyrics by Elisabeth Albeck, 2011)